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Sep 2017
It'd been said to me,
'You have to die,..',
so I did.
I was resurrected from the ashes,
all by myself,
scooped the remaining,
safely closed.
Now I carry it everywhere,
to remember it,
to be me,
to have your words.
What I actually shouldn't be doing
Richard
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Richard  22/M/Slovakia
(22/M/Slovakia)   
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